The Black Crowes
You Gotta Move
You gotta move
You gotta move, alright
You got to move, you got to move
You got to move, child, you got to move
Oh, when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You may be high, you may be low
You may be rich, child, you may be poor
Oh, when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You see that woman that walks the street
You see the policeman on his beat
Oh, when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move, you gotta move
You gotta move, child, you gotta move, child
You gotta move, you gotta move
Oh, when the Lord, oh when the Lord get ready
You gotta move, you gotta move